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Only In The Morning

A poem of nature.

a purple flower surrounded by green leaves
Photo by Seiya Maeda on Unsplash

Opening silently early mornings bloom.
Lively and active, closed by the moon.
Dew drops glistening foster hope of hydration
Gazing at the sun only for a moment.

The sun rises, pink hues in the sky.
As it reaches the top, you close your eyes.
It is too bright. It’s blinding,
The water starts to dry.



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Tas (they/them)

Tas (they/them)

We are autistic members of the disability community and hold various mental health diagnoses. We are advocates for social justice, writers and scholars of life.